Page 20 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)

My orgasm slams into me, and I roar, pumping my cum into her mouth.

I snap my hips up on instinct, then curl forward with the force of the sensations.

My knot throbs in June’s grip, and just when I think she’s about to let go, she squeezes me tighter, pushing me into another wave of pleasure.

She swallows the first rush of my cum, then gasps for air, and the next streak hits her neck and naked chest, slipping down to her tits.

I’ve never even thought about what it would feel like to mark my mate with my cum, but right now, I want her fucking dripping with it.

I shudder as she goes back in to lick the tip of my cock. “Fuck.”

She raises her head and gives me a contented grin, licking her swollen lips. “Mm.”

“Come here.”

I take her by the waist and drag her into my lap, then kiss her. It’s a sloppy, carnal kiss, but she responds immediately, thrusting her tongue against mine. She tastes like my cum and herself, an addictive combination.

But I want to taste something else, too. I lay June down on the couch and use my t-shirt to wipe her chest. We’ll both need a shower after this, but I just want…

I put my hands on her knees and gently nudge them apart.

June sucks in a breath, her eyebrows climbing higher. “Really? You already made me come once.”

“Just a taste,” I rumble, half demanding, half pleading.

My heartbeat spikes. She settles back against the cushions and lifts her ass so I can draw the sweatpants down.

She’s not wearing her panties underneath, which made it so easy to touch her earlier, but right now, I almost regret it—I might be a depraved man, but I want to steal the piece of clothing and keep it.

I lean in, enjoying the view. “You have a beautiful pussy.” I glance up at June’s face, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “That’s probably not a normal thing to say in this moment, is it?”

But June smirks at me. “I love it when you tell me things like that. Don’t ever stop.”

I nuzzle my nose on the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Having your mouth on me was phenomenal, so I thought I’d try to do the same for you.”

She tangles her fingers in the fur at the back of my neck and gives me a tug. “Hey, that wasn’t a favor you need to return.”

“I know.” I reach down to readjust my still-hard cock. “But I really want to. I might come again just from tasting you.”

Her resistance melts from her at my words. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I totally get that.”

I lick the seam of her thigh and grin. She twitches, trying to tilt her hips in the direction of my mouth. “I know you do. You got so wet when you were on your knees for me, didn’t you?”

I dip a finger between her pussy lips and groan. Hot wetness envelops me. Spearing first one, then two fingers into her is a careful business. I really need to file back my claws, or I could hurt June. But right now, I need to make her come first.

I lower my mouth to her pussy and taste her directly for the first time.

She guides me with her sighs and moans, and I find her clit, listening for her cues.

When I lick a long stripe over it, from the opening of her pussy to the very tip of her pussy lips, she relaxes back, but when I focus right on the small, swollen button, her breaths get choppier and her fingers tighten in my fur.

Ah.

Slowly, I feed a finger back inside her pussy and swirl the tip of my tongue over her clit. June whimpers, her hips rocking up, but I still, not wanting her to hurt herself.

“No moving,” I rasp. “Remember?”

“Fuck,” she pants. “I get that, but it feels really good , Asher. Your tongue is—I don’t even know. I think its texture is different? Oh God , do that again. Yes! ”

I never thought about how my tongue is different in my half form.

There are other, more visible changes that occur during a shift, but June seems to appreciate it.

Her legs tremble as she climbs toward her release, and her inner muscles squeeze around my finger, so fucking perfect.

I pull back my hand and add a second finger because if we’re going to fuck anytime soon, she needs to get used to the girth of me.

We’re not nearly there, but we need to do this slowly.

She keens softly at the new intrusion, her entire body tense, then accepts me moments later, growing wetter and hotter.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby.” I murmur the praise against her pussy, then deliver another lick on her throbbing clit. “You’ll take my knot as well, won’t you?”

“Yes!” she screams, head thrown back in pleasure as her orgasm hits.

She clamps down around me, her knees trying to press closer, but my shoulders are in the way. I lick her clit over and over, drunk on her taste, until she falls back onto the cushions, limp and sated.

Slowly, I remove my fingers from her, then clean her with my tongue, avoiding her oversensitive clit. My cock throbs, the knot pulsing along with my heartbeat, but the need to hold June wins over the impulse to take myself in my hand and come.

I curl over her, and she pulls me close, her arms wrapping around my chest in a surprisingly tight grip. She digs her fingers in the fur on my back and holds on as her breathing returns to normal.

“We should get dressed,” she whispers, her breath warm on my cheek.

I shake my head, nuzzling into her neck. “We should take this to my bed and call in sick for tonight.”

She hums in agreement, but we both know we’ll be doing nothing of the sort.

I’ve gleaned enough about June to know that she both likes and needs her job, and she’d never just skip out on it without warning.

Still, it’s nice to pretend for a moment, and we lie there, naked and sated, sinking deeper into the couch cushions.

After a long while, June lets out a sigh and nudges me to get up. “I’ll shower at home,” she murmurs, then puts on her borrowed sweatpants and hoodie. “And I’ll wash your clothes and return them to you.”

I bite my tongue to keep from blurting out that I want her to shower right here from now on.

She’s pulling back, that much is clear. Probably to be expected.

But I’m more sure than ever that this is the woman I want.

Not because she gave me a fantastic blow job, though that’s definitely on my list of top three things I want to do again, and soon.

It’s more than that. My entire being is drawn to her.

I can’t stop staring at her, even though she’s hidden her gorgeous body under my too-big clothes.

But when June is dressed and rebraids her hair, she doesn’t move to leave. Instead, she waits for me to put on my sweatpants—my t-shirt is a lost cause, crusted with a truly ridiculous amount of my drying cum—and leans closer for a kiss.

“In case it wasn’t absolutely clear by the two orgasms I had, this was very enjoyable for me.” She presses her soft lips to my mouth, her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. “And I definitely want to do it again.”

I don’t know how she figured out that I was freaking out, but she did. It shouldn’t surprise me—I’m just as attuned to every change in her mood, to every detail of her.

I blow out a long breath. “That’s good to know.”

She snuggles into my side, and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her close. Her breathing evens out, and I think she might be falling asleep.

But she opens her eyes again and peers up at me. “You never finished your story. If you want to share it, that is.”

“Right.” I scrub a hand over the fur on my head, then drop it by my side. “It’s not that interesting? Like you said, there’s no real trauma here, just a sequence of unfortunate events.”

June lifts one eyebrow, waiting me out.

“Um, so I told you about the Academy.” I glance down at her, hoping she might be dozing off, but she’s alert as ever, so I continue, “There was a woman I met at a party at a friend’s house over the summer. We kissed, and I was really into her.”

She makes a humming sound, and I wonder if it’s strange for her to be listening to me talk about my exes—but she did ask about this.

“We made it to an empty bedroom, and things got, um, intense ,” I hedge, heat rising in my face. “And I realized there was no way I could hold on to my human form. This was before the Great Revelation, so I couldn’t just let go.”

I cringe, remembering the awful feeling of being so turned on, I was literally crawling out of my skin, and not being able to do anything about it.

“So I pushed her off, told her I couldn’t do it, and ran out like my ass was on fire.” I don’t want to say the rest of the story out loud, but I want to be honest with June. “The woman ran after me, screaming for me to return, and everyone heard.”

June clicks her tongue. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. That was awful of her.”

I shrug. “I also could have communicated with her better, even if I couldn’t tell her about my reasons why.”

“No, Asher.” She pushes herself off my chest and stares at me fiercely. “You had every right to change your mind. She was in the wrong if she blamed you for that.”

Warmth blooms in my chest at her protectiveness. “Thank you for saying that. I’m sure she felt awful after she calmed down and realized she could have handled things better.”

“You’re way too kind,” June grumbles, settling back against my side.

Her acceptance makes it easier to tell the rest of the story.

“Well, I was roped into my special ops crew not long after that. Being sent to missions all around the world meant I didn’t have much time for relationships, even if I was with people who knew about us.

Then the Great Revelation happened, and suddenly, we could shift in public and show ourselves to the world. ”

“That must have been a relief,” she comments. “You didn’t have to hide anymore.”

“True, but it also brought up all the weirdos,” I mutter darkly. “Like the woman I met two years ago who wouldn’t even touch me while I was in my human form and only wanted me when I was half shifted.”

June growls low in her throat, the sound so cute, it has me smiling despite the unpleasant memory.

“People can be such assholes.” She frowns up at me, her eyebrows furrowed. “Have you tried dating other supernaturals?”

“Oh, this last woman was a gorgon, actually. She just wasn’t into me if I wasn’t furry.”

I wag my tail for emphasis, and June puts her hand out slowly, lifting her gaze to me. At my nod, she pets it lightly, sifting her fingers through the thick fur.

“I like you just as you are,” she murmurs. “You’re you in both forms.”

I nuzzle my cheek over the top of her head. “I have a third one, you know.”

Her eyes widen at my words. “Right, true. Do you want to show me?”

I haven’t fully shifted in front of another person in a while, and never in front of a human. But this is June. I want her to know all of me.

I gently nudge her away from me and shuck my sweatpants one more time. Luckily, my cock has gone down during our conversation, so it’s not uncomfortable to shift. I hunch over, letting the final stage of the transformation take over.

My four paws stand firmly on the floor, and I stretch, my tail swishing out behind my back. Then I shake because it’s the most natural thing to do and turn my gaze to June, who’s sitting very still on the couch.

“Oh my God.” Her voice is hushed, full of awe. “I didn’t know you’d be this big.”

She reaches forward, a spike of anxiety discernible in her scent.

I step forward, bypassing her hand, and put my head right in her lap.

June laughs and digs her fingers into my fur.

A sound of pure joy escapes her throat, and she buries her face in my neck.

I lick her cheek, then sniff at her, my senses even sharper in this form.

Mate .